Way Of The Sword Novels & Stories

Whoosh! The huge soul sword that was fighting against the three Divine Void Warriors completely swallowed the red light. The grayish-black sharp sword acted as if it came from an abyss as it broke through the attack and defense of the first three Divine Void Warriors. The sword pierced through the bodies of the three Divine Void Warriors within the blink of an eye. As the three huge soul swords pierced through their bodies, the first three Divine Void Warriors instantly turned into red specks of light and floated in midair.

As long as he could win, as long as he could kill Harvey… As long as he could succeed, it didn't matter what methods he used. Many Islanders started to cheer for Souichiro. When Souichiro heard how the Islanders around him started to cheer for him, he laughed and immediately pulled out the longsword from his belt. The blade was sharp, with a hint of blood on it. It was as if it had been drenched in blood for so many years and had never been washed. With the sword in his hand, Souichiro's willpower was on the rise. "Careful, sir." Yvonne suddenly remembered something when she looked at the longsword. "I heard that the Shindan Way has a sword that had been passed down through the warring state

before any follow up training. After finishing his 100 Squats, Theo was dead tired, so he took 30 minute rest and start running. from his house to town is only 10 meters, so he decided that the route he will take will be that. running approx. 30 min minute, he took rest. so that he can start swinging the sword. After taking rest Theo took the sword, still mesmerized how beautiful was the black sword, he notice that, there was something engraved in the handle of sword. Theo look at the engraving and read," Agerico, hmm, it must be name of the sword, let see what is written down," he muttered." drop a drop of blood, what does it meant" feeling confused and little bit of fear, Theo decided that

When Jacket was providing cover for him, Jim had already started forming a mystic technique, channeling all his spiritual power into the blade. In a moment, Jim's sword underwent a bizarre transformation. The entire long blade was now fiery red, flames engulfing it. The flames resembled lava, continuously dripping from the blade like flowing blood. Jim's momentum drastically changed; he looked like a Shura returned from hell. He stared fixedly at Sebastian, the flames on the blade reflecting in his pupils. For a moment, he truly seemed like a Shura returned from the abyss. "I'll take your life, in memory of my brother!"

From here, the only way is up. His thoughts turned to Jackson, a man he considered his best friend and the most suave guy he knew. Unlike most men who would use their wealth or their family's wealth to woo a woman, he relied on his wits and charm. Morgan struggled to remember if there was ever a time Jackson failed in his pursuit of anyone. He was a little envious of his friend and sometimes wished he had even a tenth of what Jackson had.

"We don't need to go to Lin's house. Let's go to my place so I can change. This is a minor wound. I can handle it myself." Ludriev took her spirit sword she had previously put on the side of the arena, and followed him without anymore words. Spirit sword was forged in a special method for those who reached a certain level in swordsmanship. The sword was unique and believed to be sacred, as it had its own spirit, which, if it didn't feel a strong connection with the wielder, they wouldn't be able to use it. Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa.

Mario said. “That’s not fair.” I protested. “We regard family as the most important thing among our gang. ” Mario said patiently. “You see, there was a bastard son, from one of my father’s past mistakes when he was young —” Not again! I screamed inside. “-- and he tried to steal power from my father and me by getting married before I do. Now you see how it is.” I nodded. “You want my soldiers to assassinate him.” “My, you cruel, cruel Donna. Of course no!”Mario pretended to be shocked, “I need to get married before him, preferably with a Donna from a prestigious Italian mafia. So no one would ask questions before they congratulate my family.”

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

“He won’t put his sister in harm’s way.” Omen cleared his throat and Jake turned to look at him. “When I was recruited to the Warriors, I had to be sponsored by a permanent member of the club to prospect. It was the same for Weasel, Rebel, and Shadow. Are we going to stick to that or how are we going to recruit new prospects since we currently don’t have any?”

Gaze aim towards the most beautiful girl in the audiences. The two were in their starting position again, ready to attack for round two. But, the instant the referee signal, Zitrey attack first this time, Ezikiel duck to dodge it and thrust Zitrey’s throat, followed by his full spirits shout, however, at that same time the point of the Zitrey’s weapon was on his neck too. Back then, the direction of the swords was away from him, but in a blink it was already on his neck and he was hit first than him hitting Zitrey. Though Zitrey was holding the bamboo sword with only her left hand.